What is that scent, I know it from somewhere?
A shopping shark shimmers
In the city centre seize
Picking off the bargains
With a practised, fluid ease
Plastic card whispers
As designer bags fill
Parades her Prada handbag
Like a hunter with his kill
A Starbucks and a breather
On the corner of the square
Sips a skinny latte
And restyles a wayward hair
Then uncurls from her table
Like a languid, waking cat
Adjusts her perfect hemline
Shakes a sunbeam from her hat
So graceful on stilleto heels
She negotiates the square
The minnows part and shoal around
Parfum, lingers, on the air.